‘I have nothing, but I have drugs’: The forgotten victims of the war on fentanyl

‘I have nothing, but I have drugs’: The forgotten victims of the war on fentanyl

The bullet took mercy on him. They forced him to his knees, the gun against his head. The shots —“bang, bang, bang” — pierced the quiet of the early morning at Laguna Salada, deep in the vast, desolate desert that surrounds Mexicali. “I didn’t feel anything, just heat. When the bullet hit me, everything went blurry, and I fainted.”

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